This is an open and unfiltered diary-style journal
on the life of James Robert Smith.
This blog will contain sometimes graphic experiences (both beautiful and ugly),
sometimes stark insight, and all honest and factual documentation of dreams, diet, activity, and thoughts.

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Thursday October 30 2014

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Waking up like I do every Thursday, with Ana and to the tune of Blueberry Banana Buckwheat Pancakes and Coffee. It's really become a weekly ritual. It's the only day we both have off from work, besides the piano lessons I teach in the late afternoon and evening.

Originally, we were going to practice singing at the storage unit but I get carried away on the piano. Instead we work out an arrangement of Weezer's "Why Bother?" and Mickey and Sylvia's "Love Is Strange".

After grabbing a few necessary things from Whole Foods Ana leans over and kisses me on the cheek a few times while waiting at the stoplight. She says sweetly to me, "I love you."

"Are you sure?" I ask playfully.

"Yeah."

"Good."

Banana.

We part ways for the day. I go on to Music Makers to teach piano lessons.

Cod Cakes and Noodles.

One of my hour students doesn't show up so I take the opportunity to practice in the piano room until a new student arrives.

At The Escape running a few miles and enjoying a meditative fifteen minutes in the sauna.

Talking to Ana on the phone. She wanted to chat a little bit about how she's been feeling lately. She describes herself as a mini blue monster. In the end she's just worried about her future. I encourage her to just focus on the "now" – continue excelling in all her crafts, and it will all come together.

"I don't want you to have to take care of me all the time," she iterates.

Me: "It's okay. You can do that. You're supposed to take care of yourself. I'm just a companion."